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[dramatic music]

Don't go down that road.

What road?

The Odin road.

Ullr is Odin by another
name-- the true Odin.

I will find her before you will,
because I can find anything.

I think this is her.

[gasps]

This is little Frigg.

Hi, Dawn-- ooh!

Don't you ever pull that
Bragi shit with me again.

We don't bring mortals in
whenever we feel like it,

because pretty soon
we will be the freaks

that everyone knows
about and we will

be hunted out of existence!

How dare you play that
card when you're just as bad?

When you decided that
you could determine

with your goddess power who
will live and who will die,

who you will save and
who you'll leave to die--

I am sorry, Michele, but
you left me way behind.

No!

No!

You are not him.

Who?

Odin.

I am.

You are history, Mike.

History!

Dude, I'm telling you.

He knows where she is.

I saw it in his eyes.

When he looked at that photo
of her as a little girl,

that he knew exactly
where to find her.

It was all the clues he needed.

He's going after her, man.

He's making his move.

So what if he finds her first?

What's he going to do then, eh?

Hold her hostage?

Kill her?

With your family, I
wouldn't rule out anything.

I am Odin.

He isn't.

She's mine, not his.

End of story.

Strictly speaking, I thought
neither of you were Odin.

My understanding of the prophecy
was that when you found Frigg

you would become Odin.

No, all the signs
said I was Odin

and I would get my powers
when I found Frigg.

OK, bit of a fine
line right there.

No, it isn't!

I am Odin, he's not.

Big fat line right
down the middle, Zeb.

And I will find her today.

Guaranteed.

Oh, you're sure
of that, are you?

Yep. 'Cause I have a plan.

I hope it's a good one.

'Cause there's sure as
hell nothing stopping him.

What the fuck?

[music - gin wigmore, "oh my"]

Oh my god, I'm beaten
in the game of love.

And I fall down, I fall
down on my knees I fall.

I need to know we're all
on the same page about this.

Is this the page where
Mike has spun out and finally

disappeared up his own
ass, where he's apparently

quite enjoying the view?

Yes.

- I'm on that page, yes.
- Good.

Ty?

Uh, I'm having trouble
getting my head around

where he's coming from, yeah.

But you're still
on my side, right?

- I'm always on his side, Axl.
- Bam.

Grandpa?

Just say he's off
his nut, Grandpa.

Just remind me.

Has Mike actually said to anyone
that he believes he is Odin?

Yes.

GRANDPA: When?

In my vision.

Right.

- Hey, I'm not the mad one here.
- I'm not saying you are.

Look, he destroyed Yggdrasil.

That's not the
act of a sane man.

Mm!

No, but it's the act of a
man with strong moral beliefs.

OK, he may not have
said it out loud yet,

but I know what he's thinking.

Yeah, possibly
because you're the one

that put the thought in there.

Whether or not he
said it out loud,

is there any chance
it could be true?

No!

Because on my 21st birthday,
I became the living

incarnation of Odin, not him.

Axl, whether you
like it or not,

it's a question that
needs to be asked.

Not really.

OK, on the one hand-- and so
you don't shoot the messenger,

Axl-- yes, all the signs pointed
to you being the all-father.

You ticked all the boxes.

- Good for you.
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, and Mike
ticked precisely

no boxes unless they're
marked egotistical,

pompous, and deluded.

No, Mike ticks the box
marked Ullr, which in this case

is significant.

Is this this Dana Smith
that Zeb was banging on about?

Yeah, who cares about Denmark?

Denmark sucks.

Yeah, there are stories.

There are always stories.

But of much more
importance is the notion

that you can have all
the signs in the world,

but the true Odin is
determined by his actions.

Like finding his beloved.
GRANDPA: Ah.

That would be a good
action to start with.

One in which Mike has
a considerable advantage,

apparently.

It doesn't matter.

Because Anders and I are
going to go and find her.

We are?

Yep.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Hi, I'm looking for the
woman that lives here.

No.

No.

[knocking]

All wrong!

Go away!

Phew.

I'm not wrong.

I know she lives here.

Not for you.

[door clicking]

Hey.

Mike?

You OK?

Right at this
moment, I'm unsure.

How did you get in here?

Um, the front
door was unlocked.

Michele and her chainsaw
were just leaving.

I take it things aren't so
good between you and her.

Haven't you heard?

I'm the man everyone
loves to hate.

Yeah, I had heard, actually.

You OK?

Again, I'm unsure.

I also hear you
think you're Odin.

What?

You-- Odin.

Is that true?

You've been talking to Axl?

Among everyone else.

Would it be so
bad if it was true?

No.

I'm sure you'd make a fine Odin.

Except for one thing.

You're not him.

Unless you
believe the stories.

Oh, you know the stories.

Yeah, well, Michele's mother,
she made some cryptic comments,

so I did my research, OK?
Ullr.

It means glory, you know?

Wuldor alwealda.

Glorious all-ruler.

So you can begin to understand
why to some the two of us

were kind of interchangeable.

It kind of makes
the assumed order

not so carved in stone when
you think about it like that.

What were you expecting,
that I'd be this tear-stained

mess curled up on
the couch eating

junk food listening to Adele?

[laughs]

Well, I know I would be.

But I am not you, Ingrid.

That is so true.

So instead you
have his car crashed

and delivered back to him?

Amongst other things.

Personally, the chainsawing
of his stupid football table

was more satisfying.

More hands-on.

OK, I have nothing but
respect for you right now.

Thank you, Stacey.

Have you even cried?

I don't know how this has
escaped your attention, Ingrid,

but I am not the crying kind.

Everyone's the crying kind.

It's just some people
don't admit it.

Not me.

More the revenge-y kind.

He wants to turn downstairs
into a man cave, right?

But would you
believe how hard it

is to find someone willing to
dump a truckload of boulders

at his front door so he has
to tunnel into his cave?

You're putting a lot of
thought into this, aren't you?

I have little
else to think about.

And it keeps the tears at bay.

If anyone is crying it
should be you, Ingrid.

When that stick was
destroyed, didn't

the first source of income
you've had in a very long time

go with it?

Y-- I'm very aware
of that, thank you.

Yesterday was proof, ladies.

Gods are pricks, and none
of them are worth our tears.

[faint chatter]

So you're crystal clear
on what you have to do?

Ugh, I hate these places.

They give me the creeps.

Anders, forget that.

They remind me of
my own mortality.

I-- I don't need that
kind of pressure.

Anders.

Yeah, I know.

Go inside, sweet talk whoever,
get the patient information

on this--

this Frederick Larsen dude, get
the address for next of kin,

and come straight back out.

Don't treat me
like I'm retarded.

No, I'm treating
you like someone

- who's easily distracted.
- That's just as bad.

I mean, it's possibly worse.

It's like saying I'm ADH--

HDHD.

No, except for
the tiny part of you

that lives in your pants.

OK, the use of the word tiny
right there, that's just cruel.

If it comes down to a vote
for who's the real Odin,

I'm going to remember that.

AXL: Just go.

Yes, new Dad.

And no distractions.

In God's waiting room?
Ha!

I mean it.

Ah.

Excuse me.

OK, could have
been life or death,

but don't worry about it.

Hi, can I help you?

Hi.

Hello.

Yes, yes-- uh, yes,
you can in two ways.

The second is you can
give me your phone number.

The first is I need to see
the patient information

on a Frederick Larsen.

Can you do that for me?

Can you dig out his file?

No.

What?

I'm a student nurse.

This is my first
morning on placement.

They haven't even shown me
where the files are yet.

Oh.
Right.

But I can give
you my phone number.

And maybe my sister
can show you the file.

Sorry?

My sister.

She works here.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Unfulfilled
fantasy number two.

Identical twin nurses.

Damn you, universe.

Did you really have
to do this to me now?

[suspenseful music]

[doorknob clicking]

[door rattling]

[knocking]

MAN: Go away.

Who are you?

Go away.

I know she's in there.

There's no one here for you.

Listen, whoever you are,
I just want to talk to her.

No.

No, I know all about you
and what you really want.

Yeah?

You and every other
bugger, apparently.

Hmm.

Well, if you know
everything about me,

you'll know that I will
find her sooner or later.

You can't stop me.

[lock clicking]

You're her brother.

The boy in the photo.

This is not the way
it's meant to happen.

Not how what's
meant to happen?

She went into her room.

[suspenseful music]

[door thudding]

Hello?

Ah, son of a bitch!

Whoa.

Hello to you too.

Oh, not you.

I love what you
done with the place.

It wasn't me.

Not an Odin-fueled
fit of rage?

Michele in a
Michele-fueled fit of rage.

Ah.

OK, I can see that.

But do you dig the subtle
way I had of bringing it up?

Just for the
record, Grandpa, Axl

is the one running around
telling everyone that I'm Odin.

It's not me.

No, he's telling everyone
you think you're Odin.

And what if the cap fits?

You know all the stories.

Stories, stories.

Suddenly everyone's
interested in the stories.

I remember all the signs.

The signs, Mikkel, that
said Axl is the man.

Stories, signs.

It would help if we were
dealing in facts, eh?

Like if someone
found the Frigg

so she could say, yep, him.

He's the one.

I guess that would help.

Have you found her?

Tell me if this rings a bell.

I step through a
doorway, but the moment

I set foot on the other side,
I'm somewhere else miles away.

It very much depends on who's
just gone through the door.

Who's standing on the
other side of the door?

One of our kind, obviously.

Seems you've met Heimdallr.

Our guardian.

Well, not necessarily our
guardian, but the guardian

of something or someone.

How does he do it?

His door thing.

Heimdallr can move between
realms and between places

within those realms.

And if he so chooses, he can
send any poor, unfortunate

anywhere he wants.

How do I get past him?

Well, don't ever go
through the same door

as him would be my first answer.

And your second
piece of advice?

Stay well away from him.

Because Heimdallr is the
god who sees all and hears

all in all these
different realms.

His human-sized brain can't cope
with the information overload.

So inevitably, he
is barking mad.

If Heimdallr is
sending you back here,

then he's going easy on
you, so do not piss him off.

What if he pisses me off?

[sighs]

What took so long?

Hey, things were twice
as complicated as expected,

so less of the attitude.

You got distracted,
didn't you?

You know, I resent what
you're insinuating, Axl.

There were complex
negotiations to be negotiated.

And to achieve a happy
result for all concerned,

- well, it takes time.
- Ah, OK.

Your fly's undone.

Oh, shit.

But please tell me you
at least got an address.

Mission accomplished, Axl.

Next of kin is listed as Martin
Larsen, and that's his address.

Yeah, must be the brother.

I was hoping it would be her.

But we are one significant
step closer, my lord.

So next time you seek to
question my methodology,

just remember
there's more than one

Odin to choose from these days.

Don't be a dick, Anders.

[music playing]

You sure this is the address?

I wrote it down myself.

MAN: [coughing]

You coming?

Actually, you know,
I have deep-seated

issues about places like this.

You mean the
issue where you're

a pussy who needs to man up?

The issue where I have
a phobia about mental--

[QUIETLY] mentally challenged
people in enclosed spaces?

[laughs]

You are such a wuss.

I'll look after the car.

[phone pings]

[suspenseful music]

[knocking]

Can't make it any easier.

It's not in the rules.

- Any luck?
- Not really.

Oh, well, worth a crack.

Hey, uh, something's
popped up, and I'm going

to have to leave you to it.

Something more important
than our sacred quest?

That's hard to say.

But if I don't attend
to it soon, eh, well--

I just-- I just need
to attend to it.

So you're just going
to ditch me here?

No, no, no, I can drop
you anywhere you like, as

- long as it's not too far away.
- Fine.

Whatever.
Just drive.

I know where I
need to go to next.

Weren't you considerably less
clothed last time I saw you?

It's called bait, Anders.

It's what you use to
reel in a dumb animal.

I think of it as
false advertising.

Don't worry, you're
still the top of my list.

Your people I've most
annoyed today list?

My revenge fuck list.

I believe it's traditional in
the situation I now find myself

as the scorned woman to fuck a
friend or sibling to get back

at the prick who dumped me.

Given that Mike has no friends,
that leaves the three of you.

And I've already done Axl
and have no need to go back.

And Ty has a girlfriend
and morality,

so too much hard work.

So that leaves you.

Oh.

Well.

Glad I passed your
stringent criteria.

Not really.

You want it too much,
and Mike would totally

expect it, which takes
all the revenge out of it,

and that's the fun bit.

What do you want, Michele?

Apart from making my penis
want to crawl inside my body

and never come out.

And wouldn't that be
doing the world a service.

I want my 175 grand.

Pardon me?

My share of the
money you have.

Um, by my math,
it's 100 grand.

Isn't it half of 200 grand?

Mm, no.

You agreed to bring
in a 50 grand client.

25 each anything above that.

Logically, that money is mine.

Also, you screwed up my life,
and I'm not happy with you.

Hmm.

I'm sorry, but your logic
is not very logical,

seeing as the money's
in my bank account.

Our business account.

Under my name.

Don't fuck with me, Anders.

I'm not very well disposed
to your family right now.

Really?

Why, 'cause Mad Mike ditched
you in search for a newer model?

Look, I'm sorry that
rejection stings,

but I thought you'd be happy
to be clear of Mr. Popularity.

What newer model?

Oh, you don't know, do you?

Know what?

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no, this is too good.

Know what, Anders?

Well, the word is
that Mike is setting

himself up as the new Odin.

Mike is out there
now even as we do

our little dance here
trying to find Frigg so he

can keep her all to himself.

So before you come over here
accusing me of screwing up

your life, Michele, maybe
you should be asking yourself

the real reason that
Mike got so bent out

of shape over a stupid stick.

Maybe to free
himself up so he can

go after who he truly desires?

So who's the dumb
animal now, Michele?

Look, I wouldn't completely
rule out the revenge fuck idea,

though.
Did have merit.

[suspenseful music]

[gasps]

No.

You shouldn't be in here.

Heimdallr.

You know who I am.

But who are you?

I'm Ullr.

Exactly.

Nothing more.

Do you want to
play games, mate?

I can play all day.

It's not a game.

It's never a game.

It's too important, which is why
you need to stop all of this.

You're making it all wrong.

You have to listen to me.

There are so many things that
could go wrong because of you.

Too much at stake for
games, you hear me?

[knocking]

You hear?

Game on.

It's not.
No game.

What's your name?

I'm Mikkel.

I know your name.

Well, then you have an
unfair advantage in this game.

It's not a game.

The thing I don't quite get
is all my senses are telling

me she's here, but she's not.

So you need to go.

So I guess you've done
your little trick on her.

It's not a trick.

Where have you sent her to?

I'm never telling.

She's not the one for
you, nor you for her.

Mate, I can play
this game all day.

It's not a game.

It feels like one to me.

It's not a game
because it's not a game.

Two people have to agree to
a game, and I do not agree.

[toilet flushing]

Oh, you-- prick!

- Say my name.
- [sighs]

Heimdallr.

And do you know what
Heimdallr can do to you?

Where I can send you?

I can send you bad places.

Why haven't you?

Because you're needed.

But you're not needed that much.

Needed for what?

Fuck!

[sighs]

Bastard.

Heimdallr again?

Yeah.

He keeps sending me back here.

Well, lucky you.

It's better than the
realm with the ice giants.

He said I was
needed for something.

Well, clearly it's
not for finding Frigg.

Yeah, obviously.

So what?

No idea.

Maybe he just admires
your enthusiasm.

Oh, you've got a visitor.

Who?

The ghost of your recent past.

Are you here with or
without your chainsaw?

I need to know.

What?

The real reason.

For what, why we broke up?

Did you dump me so
you could go after her?

Frigg?

Did you feel the
need, Mike, to trade

up in the goddess department?

We've been seeking
Frigg a long time.

Nothing has changed.

Bullshit.

You used to be after
her for your brother.

Now you want her for
yourself to sit beside you

on your throne as the new Odin.

I've never claimed to be Odin.

I've never said the
words "I am Odin."

This teeny, tiny fact
seems to have escaped

everyone's attention here.

You don't need to say
the words, Mike, because we

all know you think them.

We all get that you think
you're better than us.

So you can drop the
fucking hypocrisy

and answer the question.

Did you want me out of the
way so you could go after her?

We ended because you
turned everything toxic, you

and your bloody stick.

Playing your power games,
messing with the natural order.

Now, I couldn't stand
by and let that happen.

But, hey, where's the
hypocrisy in that?

Why are you looking
for her, Mike?

You know why.

Because we need to find her.

Axl needs to
find her, not you.

Well, I'm better at
finding things than he is.

Right there.

Right there, Mike.

There's the hypocrisy.

Because you think you're better
at everything than Axl, up to

and including being
a better Odin.

Now who's messing with
the natural order?

You and I finished because
you made it impossible to go on.

I'm sorry if that truth
doesn't sit with you, Michele,

but it is the truth.

I hope you find her.

And I hope she
rejects you, and I

hope that really fucking hurts.

By the way, if you
look in your wardrobe,

you'll find that the chainsaw
works on clothes as well.

I'll bet it does.

Oh!

Oh, I recognize this place!

Really?

Is there some significance
to do with Frigg?

I have no idea.

I mean, I stayed
in places exactly

like this once upon a time
in my wilderness years.

Oh.

Oh, well, wild years anyway.

Up here.

Take your time, Ingrid.

Not in any hurry.

Come on, Ingrid.

Yggdrasil only ever brought
out what was inside you.

[LAUGHING] Oh, that's
lovely of you to say,

Axl, but it's so not true.

I know you can do it.

I believe in you, Snotra.

Thank you, my lord Odin.

OK.

OK, Ingrid.

Think positive, not negative,
and see what you can get.

See what you can get.

Heimdallr.

You mentioned
him the other day.

- It's from "The Edda."
- The what-a?

"Widely I saw
over all the worlds.

Loud blows Heimdallr.

- The horn is aloft."
- No mention of Frigg?

No.

So what does it mean?

Ah, that's a good question.

Is Heimdallr her
brother Martin?

Ah, and a sensible conclusion!

Ha, you're on fire today.

Yeah, thanks.

So any idea what, uh,
Heimdallr and the horn means?

Well, there's the Ragnarok
reference, obviously.

Ragnarok?

Yeah, Heimdallr blowing
his horn like a referee

starting a tennis match.

Is this to say
Ragnarok is kicking off?

Or it's an affirmation.

A what?

A little pick-me-up
for him to see

when he wakes up every morning.

I used to write all sorts of
affirmations all over my walls.

During your wilderness years.

INGRID: Hmm.

OK, Ingrid, we might just
leave that one for now.

What about this?

Ooh.

AXL: I thought it
must also be a clue.

Yeah, indeed.

It does look real clue-ish.

So what do you think it means?

Vilive?

N-- no.

It's Vili and Ve.

And they are?

Odin's brothers
in the Asgard times.

Oh, right.

And what do they
have to do with it?

With your quest not
a lot, although they

both slept with Frigg.

That's not a sign of what's
going to happen, is it?

That we find her and she
sleeps with my brothers?

One brother in particular?

I want to say no, but we can't
rule anything out, especially

if he finds her first.

Hey.

Hey.

I need to borrow
you for a while.

Uh-- now, not
the greatest time.

It can't wait for
another time, I'm afraid.

Actually, honey,
can you ask Mike in?

He's kind of to do with what
we were just talking about.

Come in.

Do we have to do this now?

Oh, yes.

Hi, Dawn.

What's the problem?

Ty tells me there's
a whole lot of stuff

- going on with the Frigg thing.
- You could say that.

And from what
little I understand,

if you find this woman and she
and Odin, whoever that may be,

hookup, then suddenly you're all
fully-blown Norse gods again.

Am I right?

That's as far as
we can make out.

So what exactly does this
mean for Ty and I, Mike?

My boyfriend, the
god of darkness.

It doesn't sound good to me.

Does it sound good to you?

No.

Yeah, we like to keep our
house at a balmy minus 30

and in pitch black.

Because my boyfriend,
Ty, oh, he's Hod.

You know, the god of all
things cold and dark.

[laughs]

Yeah.

What fun we have around
our place, in the cold

and in the dark.

I'm sure it won't
come to that, Dawn.

[LAUGHING] Oh.

Are you?

Are you sure, Mike?

Because what I've
gleaned thus far is you

guys know fuck all
about anything.

Hell, you can't even sort
out who is or isn't Odin

and is therefore meant
to be running the show.

There's this thing
here we need to do, Dawn.

We don't get a lot of
say in it 'cause it's

something that we have to do.

It's the reason the
god part of us exists.

Odin and Frigg, us
getting our full powers--

absolutely right.

We don't really know
what is going to happen.

But this day was
always going to come.

We're gods, like it or not.

And all we can do is
embrace it and have

faith that when it does happen
we can somehow control it.

And I believe with
all my heart, Dawn,

that somehow you and Ty will be
fine, because you sure as hell

deserve it after all the
shit you've been through.

Yet still the
words "don't really

know what's going to happen"
are ringing in my ears.

I can't change that.

But I still need to borrow Ty.

I need alcohol.

[music playing]

I'm glad I could be
of some use after all.

Did you catch up
with the new Odin?

I don't want to
talk about him.

Huh.

Has he found his
new girlfriend yet?

I don't want to
talk about her.

Well, if you
don't want to talk

about them, why are you here?

Being cool about Mike is where
we do some of our finest work.

- I'm ready.
- For what?

My revenge fuck.

Oh.

In fact, I think I've
more than earned it.

Gosh.
Wow.

Well, I'm flattered
to be chosen.

Yeah.

You should be.

Traditionally,
however, the revenge fuck

is only revenge if the
ex significant other

finds out about it.

What, are you
scared he actually

is Odin and will smite you?

Yeah right.

I just want to make sure that
he will find out about it.

Eventually.

When his dreams of
glory are in the dust

and it will feel like the kick
to the scrotum he deserves.

Good to see you
haven't overthought this.

So.

Up for the job?

Uh-- wow, definitely, yes.

I mean, unfulfilled
fantasy number three.

Quite a day.

I'm one of your
unfulfilled fantasies?

- Yeah, are you flattered?
- At being number three?

Two, actually.

You just got bumped
up in the list.

I'm sure we can bump
it up to number one.

Huh.

Perky.

[frantic music]

ZEB: What about live IV?

AXL: Meaning what?

IV is short for intravenously.

So maybe this
refers to something

that lives in the bloodstream.

Like a virus?

Maybe.

And that helps
us find Frigg how?

Not at all.

What if they aren't
letters but numbers,

like Roman numerals?

What's the E for
in Roman numerals?

Nothing.

Zero--

No, nothing as in it's
not a Roman numeral.

Oh, bugger.

What if it's a mix of both?

Live 4.

IV is Roman for 4, right?

I remember that from
the Led Zeppelin album.

So this is saying there's
something to live for.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah.

And what's this thing we're
supposed to be living for?

I don't know.

It might help if you did.

Yeah, well, it might help
if you could actually be,

you know, of help.

If you were thinking rather
than just monging out.

That's harsh.

Yeah, well, it's true.

Man, I have worked my ass
off for you to become Odin.

I have taken a
pounding physically,

emotionally, and probably
financially for this quest.

I may not be a god or family.

I have been there
for you all the way.

And I didn't even get invited
to the cool ceremonies.

But do I complain?

OK, a little bit maybe.

But apart from that, I
have been the most loyal,

the absolutely most loyal
freaky dude you will ever have.

And I not deserve to be told
that I am monging out when all

I'm doing is trying to help.

Sorry.

It's an emotional
time for me too.

Yeah, I know.

I totally know that, man.

I want to be Odin, Zeb.

I want it so bad now
that I can taste it.

And it just-- it pisses me off
that we're stuck this close.

If I say the wrong
things, dude, I'm sorry.

Because when I'm Odin, I
doubly want you by my side.

And it doesn't matter if
you're mortal or whatever.

As far as I'm concerned, you're
freaky and you always will be.

Aw, that's so sweet.

OK, you two need to look
away now, because I might cry

and I really don't
want you to see that.

Aw, Zebby.

Don't cry, you egg.

All right.

So, uh, Vili and Ve are the
only option we've got that make

anything close to sense.

That's true.

And tried all of the
combos, but none of them

make any more sense
than this one.

And this one makes
no sense at all.

STACEY: It's us.
[door thudding]

As requested.

Ah.

Although why we want to
play Scrabble at a time like

this is beyond me.

We're not playing Scrabble.

We're here to look
at Scrabble tiles.

Oh, there's a difference?

Pardon him.

He's been on the thinking
juice for quite a few hours.

Yes, so I should be at
the top of my thinking game.

Now, show me the
tiles in question.

Ah!

Vili and Ve, Odin's
dirty, nasty brothers

who had their way with Frigg
while he was away being heroic.

Yeah.

Bam.

Nailed it.

Hole in one for this oracle.

Yeah, we already
got that one, Grandpa.

But what does it mean in
the context of here and now?

How in the name of
Asgard would I know?

It's a wedding frock shop.

A bridal boutique.

How do you know?

Well, they're--
they're clients of ours.

We deliver stuff
to and from there.

The Vilive Bridal Boutique.

Are you sure about this?

Yeah.

They signed up with us
a couple of weeks ago.

The guy who came in to talk
about it, he was weird.

You have got the name right?

Yeah.

I need to know.

It's V-I-L-I-V-E.

Vilive Bridal Boutique.

Vi-live.

V for victory, leave
as in leave me alone.

Right.
Cool.

Got it, yeah.

Vilive.

Vilive.

Vilive.

Yeah.

All over it.

Heimdallr.

No, Martin.

Martin Larsen.

Hey, Larsen's kind
of Norwegian, eh?

[laughing]

Yes.

Good work, Stacey.

Am I the only one here who
feels like a complete idiot

that in this entire quest we
never once thought to consider

that the Norse
goddess of marriage

might have some kind of
association with a bridal shop?

Holy shitballs.

It's Frigg's shop.

Yeah.

It would seem so, Stacey.

Well, we better get
our asses down there now.

Yes!

Well, I think we can all
agree that was worth the wait.

Hm.

And if we're not in
Mike's bad books now,

there's always the
sex tape option.

What, is unfulfilled fantasy
number one "send my brother

pictures of me humping his ex"?

The-- uh-- no.

Could you not say
humping, please?

It makes it sound tacky.

And, no, not even in my top 10.

Mike is jealous
enough of me as it is.

Oh, please.

I was way better
than him, wasn't I?

I'm not even going to
dignify that with an answer.

OK, I'll take that as a yes.

I could have said no and
you'd take that as a yes.

See?
You know me so well.

That's why we're
made for each other.

- Are we?
- Oh, yes.

Peas in a pod, us.

But you know that.

Silly me for thinking I
might be better than that.

Can you stop that, please?

I will not have
self-pity in this bed.

It's unattractive, and it makes
me question my performance.

You're way better off
without Mike and with me.

Am I?

Hells yeah.

For starters, I haven't deluded
myself into thinking I'm Odin.

- He's not deluded.
- Mm-hm.

I beg to differ.

Mike thinks people are
determined by their actions,

not by some title
bestowed upon them.

Odin leads, Mike leads.

Ipso facto.

Seems an obvious
conclusion to me.

Well, my money's
still on deluded.

Your money too, seeing our
money is the only money I have.

Hey, you want another drink?

Sure.

Why the hell not.

[soft music]

ANDERS: Too early for bubbles?

[liquid pouring]

[crying]

MIKE: You up for this?

TY: Yeah, I suppose so.

Good.

So, game on?

Game on.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Hi.

Uh, we haven't officially
met, but I'm Tyrone Johnson--

Hod.

Yeah, him too.

And you're Heimdallr, right?

What do you want?

I need to ask
you some questions

about all the weirdness
that's been going on.

Why?

Because it all needs
to be sorted out.

Don't you agree?

One very simple solution.

He leaves her alone.

Uh-- I don't think
that's going to happen.

Look, can I come in so
we can talk about this?

OK.

No, no, no, no.

You tricked me.

Yes, but only because we do
actually need to talk to you.

No, that's unacceptable.

Well, all we want to
do is meet your sister.

She meets the true
one, not the fake.

Mate, who are you to say I'm
the fake and not the real deal?

She has to choose.

And one choice is all she needs.

There's no room for confusion.

So what you're saying is it
is Frigg who chooses her Odin.

But not you.

Never you.

Why not me?

Why am I so dangerous?

Because you won't
do the right things.

Which are what?

What needs to be done.

You don't believe,
so you won't act.

Can I meet her?

Everyone will meet her
when she's met her true Odin.

You're the one
leading us, right?

What?

You're the one who's
making everything happen.

Am I right?

Leading the way?

- That's my job.
- Right.

Good.

Just wanted to make sure
we're sorted on that.

You will meet her when it
is your time to meet her.

After you.

Are you sure about this?

Pretty sure.

Pretty sure is not
all the way sure.

Just go.

[classical music playing]

Oh, that was freaky.

You get used to it.

I suspect we're
in the right place

to find the goddess of marriage.

Yeah.

Sorry, mate.

I forgot to mention that when Ty
and I turned up at your house,

we were in the middle of playing
a game of follow the leader.

No.

And then Ty, as is his right
in the rules of the game,

made you the leader.

No.

You're wrong.

Oh, shit!

[grunting]

FRIGG: Martin, what
the fuck are you doing?

Stop it!

OK, this is weird.

Olaf, wake up.

Are we at the beach?

We're here, you drunken oaf.

There it is.

That's where she is.

Frigg.

Are you feeling anything?

A little queasy.

No, I mean a more
godly anything?

Oh.

Right.

No, but that's a
building, not a goddess.

True.

[music playing]

You coming or not?

Am I allowed to?

I mean, of all the godly
things, this is right up there--

Zeb.
Come on.

Freaky is at Odin's
side, as always.

[music playing]

[classical music playing]

[faint chatter]

No.

OK.

Take these.

You know they calm you down.

OK?

[soft music]

Hello?

My lady Frigg.

Which must make
you my lord Odin.

I am.

Which is interesting,
because I've

been led to believe,
mainly through my brother

freaking out about it, that
this man over here is also Odin.

Is that true?

I would lay claim
to that title, yes.

Wow.

Spend your whole life
waiting for Odin to show up,

and when he does
there's two of them.

A bit like buses, really.

Must be my lucky day.

[music playing]